My Vampire System Chapter 2544 The Pain Is Too Much

Five years had slipped by since Quinn last gathered with his companions. These meetings were frequent, and he cherished every brief moment he could steal away with them. Throughout that period, humanity expanded its reach into the stars, though they took care not to stray too far from their established territories.

This caution was a direct result of Quinn’s warning. So long as they remained within their limits, the Celestials had no reason to harbor resentment. On one occasion, a demon beast had emerged, yet the threat was neutralized before Quinn even had the chance to intervene.

Others were capable enough to handle such dangers, granting him the opportunity to savor his time with family and friends. However, as the days wore on, observing the state of things led him to a realization, prompting him to summon a specific individual.

Near the summit of a towering skyscraper, a bar usually bustling with life sat nearly vacant, save for a single occupant: Quinn. He gazed out at the cityscape, surveying the horizon from his elevated vantage point.

There were no disturbances or looming threats to cloud his mind. Before long, a figure approached, smoothed his attire, and took a seat in the chair nearby.

“What kind of trouble has you so preoccupied that you felt the need to summon me?” Vincent questioned.

“How did you conclude that I was worried about something?” Quinn countered. “Perhaps I simply desired your company.”

“You exerted quite an effort to track me down. I have been anticipating this moment, Quinn—waiting for your signal. It is the sole reason I have remained here,” Vincent admitted.

Quinn felt a tremor of unease, his hand vibrating as he turned toward him. “What are you implying?”

“I mean that I would have faded into eternal sleep and ended my existence long ago had you not been around. I was waiting for you to call, and now that we are conversing, my time here draws to a close,” Vincent explained.

Quinn swallowed hard at these words. Vincent existed within a clone body, sustained by a unique crystal that provided an endless supply of vitality; he could have persisted indefinitely if he so chose.

“I know exactly what is weighing on your mind, because I am likely the only soul who has endured what you are facing now,” Vincent noted. “You see the truth, don’t you? Your friends, your family—everyone is aging while you remain unchanged, and the dread of losing them hunts you.”

It was remarkable; Vincent possessed a genius that allowed him to pinpoint the heart of the matter with frightening accuracy.

“But if I truly desired it, I could turn them into vampires so we could live together,” Quinn argued.

“But you won’t,” Vincent replied. “Your path is fraught with risk, and you understand how drastically the world shifted once the vampires were gone. You are the most selfless human alive, Quinn. Even for the sake of your own family, you would never risk plunging the world into chaos.”

“Then teach me,” Quinn implored. “Can’t you instruct me in the equivalent exchange ability? Can’t I follow your path? If I could seal my powers within a tome, I could settle down with them and eventually pass away naturally.”

“Could you really?” Vincent asked. “Though your plight resonates with me, our situations are fundamentally different. The world is at peace now, but for how long? Furthermore, your nature has transcended that of a standard vampire. I doubt there is any vessel in this world capable of containing your power. You have surpassed even the most formidable god. And even if such a vessel existed, could you imagine the devastation if that power fell into the wrong hands?”

Vincent was verbalizing the very torment that had been cycling through Quinn’s mind, validating the weight of his dilemma.

“Vincent… the pain is unbearable. Watching them, knowing each dawn could be their last—everything feels as though it is hurtling toward an end, while I remain frozen in time!” Quinn cried out, tears streaming down his face, his anguish causing the entire building to shudder.

It was not a loss of control, but rather the sheer intensity of his emotions leaking through, manifesting as ripples of power that rattled the foundation.

“Now you tell me that even you are going to fade away. What am I supposed to do then?” Quinn asked.

“Quinn,” Vincent murmured softly. “I stayed because I am partly responsible for this tragedy. By channeling my power into that book long ago, I paved the way for your circumstances. I remained only to help you navigate this burden.”

Vincent would have long since retreated into slumber; having lived his life and faced this exact heartbreak, there was no impetus left to dwell on this planet. Aside from the concern for Quinn, there was nothing left tethering him here.

“There is one course of action. One suggestion I can offer that would alleviate these issues—though it will be a path of least suffering for you, it may be the most agonizing for others.”

Quinn swiped at his tears. He was prepared to listen. After all he had endured, he yearned to be free of this misery. Had he not suffered enough? Could he not, just for once, choose to be selfish?

The solution Vincent proposed was far more difficult than he had anticipated, yet it remained the only viable path forward.

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